For seventy six days, our family has had the honor to love a stranger like he was our own. I remember a time where I really struggled to think that I would have to divide my love for another child. Brit has been the biggest blessing that i could ever imagine for our family. How in the world could I love another child half as much as I love her. They say that "you just do." They are unfortunately right. While baby Thunder wasn't a conceived by Brooke and I, it sure felt like he was my son. He is such a precious boy and I (we) hate to see him go. I have no clue what this journey was for. It has left more questions than answers. This process has been incredibly hard, harder than anything that I have been through in my life.
Today, around 3:30 in the afternoon, we had to let go of Thunder into his mother's arms. She is doing much better these days and is on the path to healing. It was so hard to let go of him, the ride home seemed like it took days and I know that I have never cried like that in my life. Thank you to all of you have prayed with and for us.